"As you can see, I was at a dead end in the winter of 1991." The deep voice sounded again, and there was still a deep regret in his tone that could not be erased.

He sighed softly, as if deliberately trying to end the heavy subject, and said: "But to my great shock, death was not the end for me, and after a long period of darkness, I woke up again and appeared in an orphanage in East Berlin." ”

"I was at a loss and didn't know what was going on, but then I quickly accepted the reality and was ecstatic because I had a second chance, and the better news was that the orphanage I was in was located in East Berlin, and at the same time, the director of the orphanage was a KGB agent."

"This is the base of the secret Soviet training of agents, orphans who have lost their families in the war, who are taken back to the orphanage to be cared for and who will eventually become determined fighters."

"I carry the memories of my previous life, and I am the oldest of the children, so I have the best grades, and it stands to reason that I could have stayed there and followed the same path, using the advantage of foresight to save my country."

"But in the decades leading to the end of my life, I have come to see the truth of our demise, and that is not something that a good agent, a committed soldier, or a brilliant scholar can solve."

"Something is wrong with all of us, this country is terminally ill, and even if I go back to my childhood, if I want to solve this stubbornness, it is not enough to be an agent."

"And it was during this time that I realized that I was a little different from my previous life."

With the narration of the voice, the picture unfolds before Schiller's eyes again.

At the end of the alley, a child dressed as a typical German working family ran out of the alley, chasing several larger children.

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"Wild child! Wild child! Wild children in the orphanage! Stole parts from our bikes and still want to run?! Give it back to me! The eldest of the children shouted.

The kid who was running in front turned around, revealing the face of the young Schiller, and he showed a sneer that did not match his age, and then said, "You stole the dean's bicycle parts, if your parents are not willing to educate you, I will teach you a lesson!" ”

The children running behind him blushed, and the tallest of them rushed up in three steps and two steps, grabbing the shoulders of the young Schiller, who turned around and struck him in the chest with his elbow, causing him to retract his arm in pain.

Unexpectedly, the wall in front of the young Schiller suddenly turned over two older children, and they struck the young Schiller on the back with a stick, knocking him to the ground, and the leader came over and said, "Damn little thief, do you think we didn't prepare anything?" You're going to die this time! ”

Young Schiller struggled to turn over so that his body was facing the child, and he felt a sharp pain in his back, which should have broken his ribs.

But he refused to show weakness in the slightest, gritting his teeth and glaring at the child who had come by, and the moment the stick fell, he instinctively blocked it with his hand.

There was a "bang", and there was no pain on the arm, but there was a scream on the other side.

Between the sparks, the wooden stick broke off from the middle, and the flying sawdust scratched the eyelids of the child opposite, making him scream "whoop", take a few steps back, and cover his eyes.

Young Schiller looked at his arm, and he saw that there was a strange light shining on it, and just as he was concentrating, a fire was burning in his hand, and the other children were stunned, and they ran towards the exit of the alley with a scream.

Enduring the pain, young Schiller got up from the ground and looked at his white fingers, which were nothing, as if the fire just now was an illusion.

The scene around him began to change gradually, from the alley to the room, his fingers were equally white and immature, but this time, he was holding a thick book in his hand, and the young Schiller's face had not yet faded with a seriousness and heaviness peculiar to adults.

At this time, a chubby old man came over and said to him with a smile, "Why are you reading here again?" Or look at the biographies of those gods and ghosts? If you have this time, you should read more literary masterpieces, do you like to read Gorky? ”

"Yes, Mr. Dean, I like to read his "Childhood" the most, his experience in his early childhood reminds me of us, although the orphanage is still a little difficult now, it will always be fine, won't it?" Young Schiller looked up from the thick book and looked at the dean.

The dean smiled, and then said, "You are the best at making me happy, you can see it if you want, the bicycle parts you brought back can just come in handy, and later, I will go to the factory to deliver it......"

With that, the dean left, and Schiller refocused his gaze on the book in his hand, and after a while, feeling a little sleepy, closed it and put it in his hand, and curled up in place, wanting to take a nap.

And the book that he pillowed under his head reads - "The Mysterious Legend of World Magic".

Soon, it was getting dark, and the children who had gone out to work in the orphanage came back one after another, playing games in the front living room, while the young Schiller was still alone in the room studying the book.

After a while, he ran to the shelf, took what little piece of chalk was left from it, and began to write and draw on the ground.

After drawing a mysterious pattern on the ground, he closed the door of the room while the nurses at the orphanage were not looking, and then put his ear to the wall and listened to the movement next door.

Finding that the dean had not returned, he reassured his attention to the pattern on the ground, and suddenly, a cluster of flames rose in the center of the magic array pattern on the ground, and a phantom figure dangled in the center of the flame, and a deep voice echoed in the room: "Why wake me up, child?" What do you want to get? ”

However, the young Schiller quickly wiped away the magic array, and stood there gasping for breath, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him, but soon, his eyes widened, and he looked at his hands, and another light flashed in his eyes.

"The year I was about to graduate from the orphanage and enter a more specialized training facility, I discovered that I could use magic."

"In my previous life, I was a staunch materialist for decades before I came to the end of my life, and I still do now, so I see magic as a tool, a tool that can be parsed and used."

"I didn't give up my life as a secret agent, and I graduated from the orphanage with the best grades and entered one of the most professional and secret secret agent training institutions in East Berlin."

"It's not the same as the British butler's school, which specializes in training young staff officers and leaders of the National Security Council."

"In the training school, I focused on learning about espionage, but I didn't plan to be just an agent.

"All these years, I continued to study magic, and then, I found the truth about this mysterious power."

"Magic is not an energy, but a talent, and a magical talent is like a ticket that gives you the opportunity to borrow energy from all kinds of powerful creatures, and magic, in essence, is a transaction."

"Knowing this, a plan gradually took shape in my head, but before that, I successfully entered the State Security Council of the USSR with excellent grades that had not been seen in the school for ten years."

"In the first round of the KGB, I have repeatedly made meritorious achievements and performed well, whether it is local counter-espionage work or foreign agent work, I have done quite well, so I am quite valued."

"After that, I was sent to work in the fourth bureau and became a member of the decision-makers, but I knew that this was not enough, so I worked more actively, showed greater ability, and used my prescience to help our intelligence work."

"So, I rose through the ranks until I was transferred back to the first bureau and became the deputy director, and on that day, after the cheerful celebration banquet, I found the director of the first bureau."

With a loud noise coming from inside the house, the smell of vodka wafted out, and a young agent helped an older agent out of the room, and the two went to the next lounge, where the older agent sat on the couch and lit a cigarette.

"Director, thank you for hosting such a warm welcome for me, I didn't expect that I would be able to return to the first game so soon."

"I didn't expect it, Comrade Schiller, but just being a deputy director is indeed a bit condescending to you, and you will not be able to give full play to your revolutionary enthusiasm and ability, but I believe that sooner or later you will have a broader stage......

The young agent Schiller shook his head with a smile, and then, he looked at the director and said, "Indeed, Director, it's not just me, we all have a broader stage. ”

The director of the first bureau looked at Agent Schiller with some curiosity, he heard Agent Schiller's words, but the next second, he was stunned, because a cluster of flames appeared in Schiller's hand.

The flames shone on his gray eyes, like a tidal flat reflecting the light of the setting sun, and Agent Schiller looked at the director of the first bureau and said, "Perhaps, you already know about the existence of magic, but I am a magician. ”

Schiller's voice came again: "Perhaps, you will feel a little puzzled, such a big country, there will be no shortage of people with magical talents, and the high-level people should not be aware of the existence of magic now. ”

"However, according to my previous research, the influence of thought on a person's magical talent is very large, to put it simply, as long as you don't believe it, it can't work, and my motherland, I don't believe in any bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods."

"As a result, I became the first person to be able to use magic proficiently and to be able to participate in research."

"Perhaps, the agents of the Eleventh Bureau have found you, and this Eleventh Bureau, which you have never heard of and has never appeared in the public eye, is also known as the 'KGB Magical Energy Investigation and Research Bureau'."

"In other words, the Eleventh Bureau is the department of the Soviet Union that investigates magic and mysterious events, and I am the director of the Eleventh Bureau."

(End of chapter)